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THREE
The only thing my parents let me keep was the money I had in my checking and savings accounts. It wasn’t much but it was enough to hire movers to pack my shit up and move it to a storage unit.
I didn’t have much time to get out of my beautiful apartment, so I was trying to get on top of it before they physically kicked me out. That meant they’d have to touch my harp and I’d fight them before I let that shit happen. Sunshine was my child. Point blank. Period.
Once the movers had most of my things packed into the truck, they headed outside. One of them hung back to get my signature and to confirm where I wanted my things stored.
He was fine as fuck.
He ticked all the boxes on my list and I wanted him to tick one more box if he had the time…
He was tall.
Chocolate.
Perfect white teeth.
Broad shoulders.
Tattoos.
Bingo.
Playing the harp wasn’t the only way I released stress. If there was good dick around, I’d sniff it out like a bloodhound. Mama needed some stress relief even if it was only a quickie from a mover. Something about those clean gray overalls against his deep brown skin made my nipples hard. I was definitely experiencing blue-collar lust. That was a real thing, right?
“Can you sign here?” He asked, his voice was so deep and smooth I wanted to burrow under it like a blanket. I took the pen from his hand and signed my name on the line then smiled up at him. “Thank you,” he grinned showing even more of his pretty teeth.
“You’re welcome. Hey, how long before you have to deliver the boxes to their destination?” I pulled the hair tie out of my curly puff and let my kinky spirals bounce free. I squeezed the curls in place with my hands while I listened to him talk.
“In an hour. We’re on lunch as soon as we leave your place. Why?”
Oh, he knew why with his sexy ass.
“Well, I’m stressing about this move and I’m absolutely not ashamed to tell you that I use dick as a stress relief method.”
A deep and loud laugh fell from his lips as he tucked his clipboard beneath his massive arm. He said, “Wow, you’re…forward.”
“I am. I don’t like to waste time.” I pulled my Calvin Klein tank top off and tossed it to the side, baring my breasts. His eyes dropped and he let out another chuckle while he rubbed the back of his neck.
“You’re serious right now?” He looked down at the clipboard and back up at me, “Xari? Am I saying that right?”
“Yup. The X sounds like a Z. My parents were fancy and dramatic,” I shrugged. “So, are we fucking or what? I have condoms.” I tipped my head to the side and ran my tongue over my lips. “You look like a gold wrapper guy. Am I right?” I already saw his erection thickening in his overalls. He was definitely gold wrapper material.
“Gold wrappers all day.” He set the clipboard down and shut the door then he unzipped his overalls like a good boy.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I purred. “Come here, let me do that.” I tugged him over to me and unwrapped him like the king-sized chocolate bar he was. Then I rode his dick on the floor in front of Sunshine. Hopefully, she had her eyes closed.
Mr. King-sized chocolate bar gave me everything I needed. I achieved my own orgasm from stroking my clit while his thick dick filled me up. He tried to touch my clit but I brushed his hand away because I already knew he wouldn’t know what the fuck he was doing. I was driving the boat. Not him. He was there for the thrill of it.
“I never fucked a girl with a clit ring before.”
“Congratulations,” I smiled. “Now you have.” I pulled my curls back into a high puff and sat on the stool in front of my harp.
“So, can I get your number, Xari?”
“Oh, no. Absolutely not. This was just momentary stress relief. I thought I mentioned that. I don’t do the dating thing.”
“Well, we can be friends with benefits. I’m cool with that.” He shrugged his arms into the sleeves of his uniform and licked his lips watching me shimmy back into my tank top.
“We can’t. You’ll catch feelings. I’m not a feelings type of girl. I had fun though. Thanks.” I touched the side of his face and opened the door for him. “I know your coworkers are pissed,” I sang.
“Yeah…they probably are. I just ate up lunchtime.”
“Aw. That sucks. Bye.” I wiggled my fingers at him and closed the door, tucking one last rebellious curl under my ponytail holder. Now that my stress was under control, I needed to call Navy.
“What is it?” She answered in a hushed tone.
“Are you at work?” I ran a hand along my harp and started lighting candles. It didn’t matter that it was still daylight. Feeling their heat comforted me no matter what time of day it was.
Even though I wasn’t playing Sunshine right then, the balls of my bare feet automatically pressed against the cherry wood floor, flexing my calf muscles. I was in playing position.
“Yes, like normal people,” she quipped.
“I get it. I’m trash. I’m trying to work through that though.”
“Are you? Doesn’t seem like it. You’re about to get evicted and you have no idea how you’re going to pay me back or come up with the money for your next car payment.”
“I also have nowhere to live so can I please crash on your couch at least for a few weeks, Navy?”
“Nope. Not happening.” There was a pause on the other end before she continued. That pause seemed to have promise, so I listened closely. “I might be able to get you an interview for a job that also offers free housing.”
“Free housing? I’m cautiously curious,” I told her, positioning my fingers against the middle register of strings.
“My boss needs a nanny for his…”
“Nope. Next.”
“Xari, you can’t be picky right now. His daughter is twelve so it’s not like you have to watch a baby or a toddler. She’s super independent and you’d get your own guest quarters, a car, and a paycheck weekly. You can’t beat that in your situation.”
I shut my eyes and mimicked the movements of Donizetti. I was born to play the harp. Why couldn’t a seat on the New York City Philharmonic open up for me? I’d take the Maryland Philharmonic or the National Philharmonic too. That was the only thing I wasn’t picky about.
“Hello?” Navy’s voice cut through the melodies dancing through my brain.
“I’m here. I’m sure your boss is nice but do you think I’m the right person to watch a twelve-year-old all day? I just fucked one of the movers taking my boxes to storage and I don’t even know his name.”
“She’s in school most of the day…wait. You did what?” Her voice exploded over the phone and I held it away from my ear.
“I needed to let off some steam. He was fine. He was here.”
“You don’t care about STI’s or kids or marriage or anything huh?”
“I didn’t see a ring.”
“He’s a mover, maybe he doesn’t wear it.”
“Let’s be clear, whatever his name is had a mouth. He could have spoken up. Anyway, like I said, you really think I’m the right person?”